Old.

Another sign of my impending record-setting early case of Alzheimer’s is that after 25 years of watching sports on tv, unless you're Dicky V. screaming at the top of your lungs I can no longer pick out who the announcers are without seeing them. Drives me insane. I’ll spend half the damn game “Who is this...what the...I KNOW who this is, christ, who the fuck is it...” juuuuuuuuuuust on the tip of my brain, but can’t connect the voice to a name I’ve known for a quarter century. I will drive you insane if you watch a game with me. “Who IS this?” well. That and I’ll flip back and forth to “Real World.” Fucking Colie. Grrrrrr!!!!